Words are like beads

Threaded together in an eccentric piece

Words fill all my needs

In a satisfying release

You ask what I can’t live with out

Words are what I chose

They are what the world is about

They are as bold as an evening primrose

When Rosa Parks said, No

When Dorothy said, Home

Words serve the biggest blow

Words are the meaningful dome

The beads thread together

Creating stories, poetry, music, and history

It’s life’s weather

It’s life’s directory

In a satisfying release

Words fill all my needs

Threaded together in an eccentric piece

Words are like beads